Mystical Time

                                                                Mystical Time

All those years, we kept our tongue tied,
Not a talk, nor stood by other’s side !

You shone all day, all night;
I stood enwrapped with your dazzling bright light!

Under the drape of oblivion,
unnoticed, that flower, I watched the vermilion!

I passed by, to the wrong hand,
Oh! then did I , remember your land !

I returned to you, with pace,
I ventured in, to see you embrace,

You, stood there, with the beloved,
Eyes-that shone, and the smile emerald,

I termed you my rival,
Oh! Sorry… I was trivial!

We were the banks, the sandy cake,
between us, I saw a flowing lake!

I repent, I cry, I bend down,
Let my offence be buried in the brown!

God’s grace and Heaven’s sake,
Time soaked the deadly lake!

The fragrant flower held me bind,
No more enemy, no unkind!

Life’s a mystical love, let your heart pour,
in sympathy and friendliness, write the lore!

# P.s-  This poem, signifies how time manages to shift paradigms to any level and how circumstances change with passage of time.
This is the last poem of the year 2012.

This is dedicated to a dear friend of mine !

 

The Last Bid – A Final Call

                                               

I called you all along,
I’ve tried to take all your pain,
I’ve tried to make you laugh,
I’ve tried to make you oblivious,
and to make you cheerful..

I’ve always loved you,
My heart always admired you,
my hands lay awake to help you,
but still, you turned me down,
and I’ve always, wished you to be mine..

You grew conscious,
you cared for the onlookers,
you left me, in the shivering cold,
without a drape over my bare body,
how !? How could you be so rude!?
Still I wanted you to rest on my chest!

We’re like two roads apart,
running towards infinity,
Unknown aim, unseen journey,
but still I’ll fight for you,
whatever be the cost ! ,

My stars are melting down, my heaven crashing down,
no more of deceiving now !,
Let all the truth lie naked – for it has lost it’s virginity,
I love you – That’s the truth ! , No more would I speak,
and after that if you’re not moved, You are a beauty-stone,
I’ll make a way, out of the bloody stone !

Day 3

Days pass by, life goes on, but certain events stay, they cling on, they get hooked up to our lives...
It's sometimes shocking to know, people can be preposterous,  pretending, so admiring in appearance, but inside, they turn out to be different, completely different.. Alas ! I'm helpless... helpless because nothing can be done to change them..

I don't judge people.. never.. but when people land me into trouble.. I sit down.. with a faint fake smile.. I look upon.. and wander..one day.. I helped them climb on those stairs.. held them.. took care.. loved them.. but now..! Now.. they turned.. they turn out against me.. and that makes me sad.. relentlessly sad..When your loved ones turn out against you.. it's the most distressing moment..

Still... my smile remains intact.. I believe happiness, after all is in me.. it resides on me.. why should I search it somewhere outside !? That makes me think positively..

To be able to retain, that fake smile, at times of distress is the 'Art of Living'

My life.. surely will go on... but memories.. they stay.. forever..

Day 2 - Why Do I Write ?

A lovely Sunday morning, with a calm and serene start.. Just then did my phone started to ring.. ring intensely.. it started to roar.. reluctantly picking up the phone.. I realized my friend had been calling me since an hour.. and I slept peacefully..

The moment I answered the call.. he mechanically asked me.."Abinash, Why do you write ?"
The question startled me at first.. he was right.. Why do I write ? What for ?... Well, I asked him.. a moment's time.. and said that he had to bear with me to be answered, to which he agreed..

My objectives for writing are pretty clear.. the time was only to frame those aims in to sentences.. to manage and present those clustered thoughts..

I said, I write because, I have so much to say. there is so much that I can think of, I write because every incidence in my life teaches me something, For example- the intense reluctance to wake up in the morning forces me to write, these may be petty trivial occurrences but I go through them everyday, and only for a couple of minutes, I write them..

I write, because that is the only part of my life I can control, I can manage it, manipulate it, according to my own wishes, I am the king of that kingdom. I write because.I know what is to be said, and what is best kept hidden, I write because I want my lover to know how much I love her. I write because I can share my thoughts with people.
 I write because, It gives me a completely new world,the world that is free form all wrongs. I write because I feel a lot of hatred around me should be converted into love. I write because I am in love.

I write because I love to see my thoughts taking shape, with the hue of the beautiful English alphabets, I write because I love to feel important.

I write because I love to string words together into sentences and articulate. I write because I like to give in to my basic instinct to communicate.. I wan to be known for my thoughts... I write because that is the best part of me....

And lastly, I write because I write.

DAY 1 - Memories...

It's been quite a long time, that I decided to write a blog. I first started with few of the poems, which I claimed to be romantic, but people said, they weren't at all, Anyways I never bothered to quit writing, It became a part of me, and it still remains..
Today when i sit down to write my Blog, I have numerous thoughts,clustered in my mind , I plan to jot down some of the most magnificent moments that I go through, in the course of the day.

I know, my life is quite monotonous, it does not witness much change, the change is quite unnoticeable, but, sometimes, monotonous nature of life too stands as a teacher. Our life in every condition gives us something.., something new, something different, something to learn, something to earn.

Today, when, I was sitting still, I was thinking, thinking about some of the moments, the moments that I lived, with overflowing joy. I do not know why people say, I'm boring, may be- for them, I am, but people who are close to me, know, I am not, and many, with whom I was close, aren't there with me today !

There are moments in lives of ours when nostalgic thoughts creep into our minds, to give facts, give reason for it, and to share what one would never have in the days and years of life.
Perhaps there are certain aspects of our lives which one would never ever share with anyone (your secret crush could be one of them). You carry then to your grave But as time goes by there is an instinct to give it a voice, if not all but to those that matter in your legacy of birth. Many would value such deed as being a compulsion, perhaps a necessity. It is not though one is passing on how an empire being left behind needs to be successfully run. It is more about, if I do not tell now, when and to whom ? But.... do we really.. honestly share all that we go through -- the pain the anxiety and the suffering. Many a times it has been advisable not to indulge in such antics. It would be looked upon as a burden to other. it may not, conversely, be a similar value and intent than what it meant to you. It is a strange world, Not many would want to feel the injury or insult, if ever there was one,to the same extent as one that came along with its originality. Not understanding the gravity of the situation and its court, could be grievous, if not more, than the nature of the nostalgia. it would be hurtful it that was the case. So care and consideration would need to be exercised before the indulgence. At time sit would be better to keep the matter to oneself. At least one endured of its worth, irrespective of how it may be...

I am oblivious.. and now I think, I can put some words together, A poem in the making